sorry i just needed to write this

Imagine Rafael being your secret admirer

(A/N: For @autumnslioness-dearie, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this. Sorry if this isn’t my best and that it’s short. I know my imagines are short recently but I’m just super busy and want to get everyone’s request done so they aren’t waiting too long. Also , ’m super tired writing this but I didn’t want you waiting any longer because I know I take ages!) 

Imagine Rafael being your secret admirer

The day the first one arrived, you definitely needed it. Without a doubt, it had been one of the worst days of your career. Everything was going wrong, evidence thrown out and cases dismissed, to even mentioning the fact that all of these things were scheduled back to back. So when you finally dragged yourself back down to your office for the first time that day it was about 7:00 in the evening. Your assistant had gone and switched on the lights expecting the office that you had left over twenty-four hours earlier. And for the most part, it was expected, except for one thing.

A bouquet of flowers, on the corner of your desk.

Your assistant obviously had brought it in but you were confused by it nonetheless, mostly because you hadn’t expected it. There was no card but it didn’t even matter because they were your favorite flowers, tulips. The same sort of ones you would plant with your mom when you were a kid. They did bring a smile to your face and the next day when you asked for the card from your assistant she said it didn’t come with one.

You assumed it must have been a mistake or it was a bunch that was delivered late that were intended for your birthday a few weeks earlier. You liked having them there, you usually hated having live flowers because they died in your care, but you took good care of them. They lasted two weeks.

Even your colleague complimented them.

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the way things change

I was told that i guess it’s just as well needed a happier ending, so.

Okay, so the original fic got canonballed, but I’m going to pretend it didn’t. So, this ignores Ginny’s injury and assumes that Mike and Rachel don’t reconcile in the post-season. Cool?

Read it on ao3


Having been to more of these events in her professional career than she could count, Rachel wasn’t sure what it was about this one that made her feel so visible. Her show has been getting fairly consistent ratings and she’s even been pulling in some big name guests. But this isn’t the visibility that comes with recognition; she knew what that looked like from a decade of being married to Mike. 

No, this was something more personal, more to do with the fact that this was the first time in a long time that Rachel Patrick was attending a function, personal or professional, without a date. 

Things hadn’t worked out with David, and Mike…

That ship had sailed long ago. 

She wasn’t sure what it said about her that she felt so exposed without someone at her side. Certainly nothing good. Maybe she’d have to take it up with her therapist…

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anonymous asked:

So my near and dear uncle passed away today and I am crying into a quart of ice cream. Is there absolutely any possible way you'd be able to write a little bit of Amaro fluff? Or maybe one of your brilliant writer followers could? Thanks bby xoxo

Originally posted by sherrykinss

I hope this makes you feel even a little bit better i’m really sorry for what you’re going through <333

Nick could tell there was something wrong. He knew you so well by now; knew your movements and the way you did things. But your feet were dragging on the ground. You didn’t smile at Nick when he came home, like you usually did.

And he gave you your space, at first. Some people just need room for themselves. Room to breathe and steady themselves. You’ll talk when you’re ready; that’s what Nick has learned since working at SVU. But as the night dragged on, you were getting worse. Nick noticed your puffy eyes when you came back from the bathroom.

He couldn’t take it anymore. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Nick asked, scooting just a little closer, but not enough to touch you yet. He still wanted to give you space. “Did something happen today? Anything I can help with?”

You were silent for a few moments, and when you finally looked up to face Nick, his stomach dropped at the pitiful look in your eyes. So sad and lost and grief-stricken. And Nick didn’t have to pull you in for a hug, because you were already leaning in and wrapping your arms around his midsection.

And Nick mumbled out soft words of comfort when you started to cry.

anonymous asked:

Why am I to afraid to ask things with my name showing? Like, the introvert/extrovert question and this super akward compliment and a few other questions came all from me but I am terrified of the idea that I say something stupid and then you ( who probably doesn't even remember me) think of me as a creep. Whoops and now I feel odd again. Sorry for writing this much byyye.

First of all: Of course I remember you, dear! You are kind and lovely and I don’t know how other people think about this but to me it always means a lot if someone isn’t just here for the stuff I write (which is of course great as well) but also sees me as a person. You are in no way a creep and I really hope that my blog will at some point be a place where no one feels the need to hide their face!
You can always message me, other than send an ask, but take your time, I just want you to know that I appreciate every single one of you so much.

anonymous asked:

Many fell to writers block. Others to the horror of time managements, never having enough to write. Plot bunnies ran rampant in both camps over flooding everything. There was betrayal. Those switching sides and even some fighting on both. It was chaos. I don’t know where I’m going with this and sorry for my small rant but I just want you guys to know I love you for giving everyone the daily dose of nyxnoct they need and I appreciate you very much. Thank you.

NyxNoct is literally the ship sailing upside-down under-water all by itself like “ooh, look it’s dark down here, we can make this work. put a nice couch over there, spruce it up with some flowers over here~” happy to indulge in this little life-raft! and a personal note from me: I cannot tell you how happy I am that so many people have come onto this ship in such a brief amount of time. three months ago, there were five?? fics on ao3… holy shit look at us now. i’ve never been so proud ;_;

I didn’t realize how many requests I actually had until now..

If you sent me one, it WILL be written, I promise!! I only got three done this week, and I wanted to write more, but some stuff has been going on and needless to say, I need a vacation from my vacation.. So again, I’m sorry… 

The ones that I have written were in there for so long because I suck.. 

So again, I’m sorry.. If it helps, I’m a disappointment in a lot more places than just on here. 

Sorry it’s been a while since I posted. I hit one hell of a writers block doing part 11 of “My son, bringer of storms.”

Brit is back to writing SLD with me, and it pulled me out of my block. I just finished up part 12, and am about to start on 13.  I also have part 101-105 of SLD to edit for you guys, then random parts I wrote that I need to slowly tie into the story.

Anyways, Part 10 will be posted today. So keep on the lookout for that :)

LOVE YOU GUYS!

-Mel

Guys

G u y s

I never see the whole “write on your skin and it’ll show up on your soulmate” au used as a form of communication

there are people who draw their otp drawing dicks on each other but it’s so common! And maybe, actually pretty and cute, little designs on the skin but I hardly see it used as a form of communication!

I want your otp writing on themselves til the break of dawn just entranced by the others writing style or how quickly or slowly the letters are written!

I need them frantically running around looking for a lost pen or marker when they see their skin is imprinted with “Hey how’s it hangin’ dude”

I need person A’s writing suddenly die out and Person B is just “what the fuck” but they see their skin revealing the phrase “sorry my pen kinda died lmao. It was my fav pen ;;”

I need one of them being “we could exchange phone numbers instead of writing” and the other being like “sure but I like writing with/to you”

GUYS!!!!

I need to see more of this!!!!!

anonymous asked:

I actually liked the episode (and I was very prepared for the worst). But tell me why didn't you, please, I really respect your opinion!

Hi love :) Sorry it took me a bit to answer this…I read it last night, but I was tired and needed to get some sleep.

First off, I’m happy you liked it, I really am. At least some people should get some joy and entertainment out of it, but here’s some points why I just can’t…

  • It’s very sloppy writing. Things that happened earlier are being completely disregarded and explained away with like one line, if at all, e.g. the last scene of TLD (4x02) where Eurus/Euros (how the hell is it spelled? I’m gonna go with Eurus now) is revealed and she’s aiming her gun at John, saying she’ll “put a hole in it”, and it apparently was only a tranquilliser. Why? Why do all that? Have her pretend to be three different people, first flirt with John and apparently text with him, then pose as his therapist and go all dramatic on his ass…and then “Shot me during a session. Only with a tranquilliser.” is a throw away line in the next episode. That reeks of bad storytelling, like they wanted this big cliffhanger just for dramatic effect but then couldn’t be bothered to do anything with it. Same with the explosion at Baker Street - they are jumping out of a freaking exploding building, through the window! And then we get a cut and see them being fine on some boat.
  • Plotholes. John in the well: he was chained by his feet down there, which is why he couldn’t try to climb up himself, but then a rope is thrown down and the chains magically disappear? Sherlock’s ‘recurring’ dreams of water because of the well (those dreams have never been mentioned before btw, there was one line in TST (4x01) “You’ve been having dreams. A recurring dream?”): how can he make a connection to that well when he never knew it even existed? Sure, he suppressed the memory of Victor, but he had no clue what happened to him and that he was thrown down that damn well, so how does “Deep water, Sherlock, all your life, in all your dreams. Deep waters.” make sense?
  • Shit happening out of nowhere. The whole Eurus thing. They can’t expect me to be invested in something that came up during the last few minutes of the previous episode…that’s the first time the whole secret psychotic sister stuff came up. Sure, we got the line about “the other one” in HLV, but that was 3x03, three seasons into the show. And yet they claim it’s “the culmination of everything we’ve been building up to for the past six years”. That’s the final problem? Bear in mind that this might be the last episode of the whole show, and they’re telling me this was a story about Sherlock Holmes and his secret sister who apparently made him the way he is, even though none of that has ever come up prior to HLV. Even ‘Readbeard’ wasn’t mentioned before TSOT (3x02). But sure, “Every choice you ever made, every path you’ve ever taken, the man you are today is your memory of Eurus.” Sorry, not buying it.
  • Same goes for Moriarty. He had a five minute conversation with Eurus, and she apparently brainwashed him because “It took her just five minutes to do all of this to us”. So everything Moriarty did to Sherlock and John was because of her, that’s it. It takes so much away from his story and his infatuation with Sherlock, and it doesn’t even make a whole lot of sense because all of S1 and TGG (1x03) took place BEFORE that “christmas day 5 years ago” when Moriarty and Eurus met. The christmas they met would be the one in S2 during ASIB (2x01)…timeline wise. Maybe I got this all wrong - if I did, someone please explain to me why he even was in that episode and why that five minute unsupervised conversation was put in there - but that’s how I understood it.
  • The episode as a finale for S4. None of the episodes really have a connection apart from Eurus being 294 different people in them. Without TFP explaining why everything prior to it felt so weird and out of context (and it did! even casual viewers picked up on that), the whole season seems messy and disjointed. I’m talking about TST (3x01) and Mary in particular here: her whole redemption arc was done in that one episode, and ofc they only have three per season, but there’s still a way to make that feel more organic. Because the way it was done I’m simply not buying it. She went from wanting to kill Magnussen and shooting (and actually killing) Sherlock and threatening him to shut up about it afterwards to being a lovely and nice wife and mother in the span of a few months? And she fully ‘redeemed’ herself by…sacrificing herself. (And let’s not even talk about how absolutely shitty Mary’s death was done and how it’s impossible for anyone to jump in front of a bullet like that. I’d forgive other shows for that, but not Sherlock, a show that only two episodes earlier explained how being shot actually works and that “it’s not like it is in the movies”.) It just doesn’t sit right with me. Neither does John actually forgiving her for lying to him on that big a scale and for SHOOTING SHERLOCK. I’m sorry, but if my partner shot my best friend, there’s no way in hell I’d just be like ‘okay, shit happens’…and this is John!, the guy who killed a man for Sherlock after one day of meeting him. After watching TST I still thought all of this was a plan, now, after having seen the whole season, I just think it’s bad writing and horrible execution.
  • The episode as a (possible) finale for the whole show. No, just no. Like I mentioned above, TFP and its plot doesn’t wrap up the show in a nice bow for me. It’s barely connected to the rest, and it’s certainly not the big final chapter of the story they have been telling before. I felt nothing. Season 4 as a whole feels ridiculously separate from everything else and not like the show I love, I can barely recognise it, which is probably mostly due to the fact that this used to be a story about John and Sherlock (not talking Johnlock here, though I will get to that), and this season didn’t really have that at its core. The heart of it were always the two of them - “the story of two men and their frankly ridiculous adventures”-, but with these three episodes I can’t even remember them really talking to each other or having any interaction that shows the reality of their friendship/relationship/connection except for a hug and Sherlock saying John is family and, like, not wanting to shoot him.
  • Johnlock. What this show did was queerbaiting, plain and simple. I know there’s people who keep insisting it’s not because Moftiss once said they’re not telling a romantic story about John and Sherlock, but the show, its subtext AND text did, and that’s what I care about when I watch something. It was there, blatantly obvious even to someone like me who never used to pick up on those things prior to watching this show and who didn’t go into it expecting or looking for it. But I saw and noticed it before there were a million metas about it out there…and we didn’t just imagine it or make shit up. There’s a reason so many people believed in Johnlock, the show told us but didn’t follow through, and that’s queerbaiting. It’s a big fuck you to so many lgbt folks who truly believed they’d get actual, beautifully told representation - me included. It’s heartbreaking and so so cruel because they played us. It’s still there, in the show, and to me it will always be what John and Sherlock’s story is about, but it wasn’t made explicit. And that hurts, it really does.

So yeah. Even without taking non canon Johnlock into consideration I had a lot of problems with this ep and think it’s simply not good, the whole vibe of it didn’t feel right. There’s some other things I didn’t particularly like (what they did to Molly, the fact that Mary apparently knows John and Sherlock best, or that they summed it all up with a bullshit line like “Who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend.” - what kind of message is that?), but this is already super long by my standards, so I’ll leave it at that.
Here’s to hoping all of this makes sense; I started writing it right after waking up and my thoughts were still a bit of a mess and I also had to switch my brain to English. Maybe I’ll do a rewatch of the season and have some more to say about it then, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon because I really don’t feel like it. Which already says a lot because I’ve watched every other episode at least 12 times.

VLIVE - JIMIN CHAT ROOM

↳ good morning (english)
↳ yeah, here it’s 5:30
↳ I want to write in a lot of languages but I can’t sorry
↳ how did you know it’s me? I’m curious
↳ Jimin? Is it that obvious? our ARMYs are incredible
↳ but I’m an ARMY too
↳ I found that you don’t know when (other) members write here
↳ I always eat well so you don’t need to worry about that
↳ I haven’t done a vapp in a while
↳ turn it on?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I saw a bit of namjoon hyung doing somethingㅋㅋ
↳ no I’m just looking (at the fans messages?)
↳ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I didn’t go to the rest room
↳ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I can’t speak englishㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ don’t worry
↳ am I that slow? (at typing)
↳ thank you for all the countries who cheer for us _ please translate this
↳ I said I didn’t go to the rest roomㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
↳ you keep saying I went to the rest room ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
↳ ok when I come next time I
↳ will type fast
↳ no wait I will write really fast
↳ anyway all the members are doing well
↳ we are not hurt and we are eating well so don’t worry
↳ thank you and I miss you ARMYs
↳ I will go prepare now
↳ I’m typing fast right?
↳ I will come again soon bye

trans; @hobuing | do not repost

like can you even imagine how much the amount karkat loves valentine’s day terrifies dave lmao

no big just your boyfriend’s secret-but-everyone-knows-it favorite holiday and btw your participation in it specifically is what makes or breaks the entire experience so I guess if you have trouble expressing feelings genuinely you better work on that shit because even though karkat would never actually hold that against you you know that you have the power to either make him deliriously happy or just leave him kind of sad and disappointed but the problem is even though you KNOW he doesn’t even need all that much to achieve the former you’re still afraid that you’ll put actual effort in and still disappoint him and you’re fucking terrified!!!!

(he’ll do fine but oh god the agonizing… the agonizing)

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You know what I’ve just noticed? You know what breaks my heart?

In this scene, when Lexa tells Clarke “Ai gonplei ste odon”, and Clarke responds by “No, I won’t accept that”, you can see Lexa slightly smiling.

You’re driven to fix everything for everyone. 

Even in her last moments, Lexa lovingly smiles, and stares at Clarke. She’s staring at the girl who always makes the best decision for her people, the girl who never backs away from a possibility to make peace with her ennemies, the girl who always wants to save as many people as she can. 

With her last bits of strength, she smiles and stares lovingly at Clarke. 

What she finds is partly comfort, because she knows the girl she loves will always be herself. She will always seek the best in life. Even in the worst situations. 

But as we can see, Lexa has tears in her eyes. She unsuccessfully closes her eyes to hold back her tears, but knows some are still escaping. 

Now, do you believe Lexa, Commander of thirteen clans, a long time trained fighter and leader, who is used to suffering in silence, both physically and mentally, who willingly grabbed a sword with her bare hands, freshly and quickly slicing them in the way, would cry? 

Yes, taking a bullet freaking hurts, but Lexa wouldn’t cry at the physical pain.

Lexa is crying, because as much as she finds comfort in seeing that Clarke is, and will always be, herself in any kind of situation, she knows who she’s leaving behind. She knows that she’s once again abandoning Clarke, and that, once again, Clarke will be hurt because of her. Only this time, Lexa wasn’t the one to make that choice. 

This time, they’re not in the cold, dark woods near Mount Weather. They’re in Polis, the place that made Clarke fall for Lexa once again, a place reflecting hope, and life. They’re in Lexa’s home, a place where they exchanged rough, and yet sweet conversations, where Clarke found peace while drawing Lexa in her sleep, where she found Lexa’s fears and hopes for the future; but mostly, where they found each other, going desperately and hungrily after each other’s lips barely a few hours ago.

Lexa was never afraid of dying, but this time, she wishes she could just breathe a little longer, just to lay by Clarke’s side in their bed.

And this time, as Clarke kisses her goodbye, Lexa falls asleep for good, only wishing she could hold those lips against her own forever. 

Testing Theories - Smut

Originally posted by wydobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,067
AN: Sorry I’ve been MIA, I got sick last week at a show and I haven’t felt great since. It’s your typical stuffy nose, coughing, sneezing cold but it’s kicking my ass. I’m sorry this is short, I just needed a little Stiles PWP. Also, the above GIF makes me want to straddle him and push his shirt up and rub his back cause fuck man, he looks so tense I hate it.

Special thanks to @writing-obrien as usual and also to @sarcasticallystilinski​! She read this for me when I was afraid it didn’t make sense cause my brain was all fuzzy. xoxo


There was this small moment in the mornings, right before Stiles would wake up, that was your favorite. He looked so innocent and boyish while he slept, his face peaceful, without the usual worry lines creasing his forehead. You liked to watch him snore quietly, his mouth partially opened, face dusted with moles and slight stubble. He was a beautiful looking guy, and you knew you were lucky to call him yours.

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Simple Spell for making people feel loved

I use this is for friends, family members, significant others, etc. that are having a rough time and just need to know they’re loved and cared for. 

 🔮Materials:

 - Candle 

- paper 

- cinnamon 

- fire-safe tin/jar/container

 - pencil

 🔮To do:

 - light your candle 

- write the name of the person you want to feel loved on your small piece of paper (preferably first and last so it for sure goes to that person) 

-dip your paper in the flame so it starts burning and drop it in your jar (try not to burn yourself!) 

 - while it burns chant (change pronouns as necessary): “With this I ask of all my might to let her know I love her day and night. May these flames bring the ashes to the skies and may it let them be sparks in her eyes Please let her know that I do care, let her know that I am there. Please never let her be alone, and let my love become her own.” 

-after all of the paper is burned sprinkle a bit of cinnamon over the ashes for extra love and protection. 

 - to make this work faster sprinkle ashes over the soil but this is not required.

I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t not love her. I don’t know how to. I think about her too much. I love her too much. I worry about her when she’s not around and when I see her, all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss her. I can’t just stop. She’s always going to mean something to me. Maybe I need time and space but right now, I’m stuck. I don’t see a day without her. I don’t want there to be a day that I’m without her.

I fucking love her. Its not just gonna disappear.

I NEED TO STOP WRITING ABOUT YOU LIKE THIS WASN’T OUR FAULT. LIKE WE WEREN’T YOUNG OR SAD OR NAIVE. ONCE UPON A TIME WE WERE HAPPY AND IN LOVE, BUT LIKE ALL FAIRYTALES IT HAD TO COME TO AND END. AND THESE WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY PEN LIKE YOU WEREN’T JUST A BOY WHO DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME RIGHT. AND IM SORRY IF I DONT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HER, ABOUT THE ONE WHO WILL GET THE LOVE I ALWAYS WANTED. Im sorry if that’s too hard for you.
—  4am

i’d love to hold you close, tonight and always by irwah on ao3

pairing: Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin/Calum Hood
rating: explicit
chapters: 2/2
word count: 4053
tags: Canon Compliant, Blame The Gays™, set whilst ¾ of the band are in Cancun, the other is sulking in NYC, two skype calls, one fluffy and one smutty, blow jobs, masturbation, anal fingering, praise kink, sub michael

Or: skype conversations are cute until someone gives Michael tequila

Religious Bitty

this is something I’ll be writing a lot about later, some of it in Coming to Terms, but there are some aspects about Bitty’s character that I feel are really neglected by the fandom and I just sort of need them to be addressed. (sorry, what follows is focused primarily on Christianity because that’s my experience so it’s what I can best speak to) 

like, it’s canonical that Bitty was raised religious. I’ll have a dedicated post about this later (probably this weekend?) with the actual sources and my thoughts on them in more detail, but there are a couple throwaway comments about his family and church, and then combined with the fact that Bitty was raised in the buckle of the Bible Belt…yeah, he was raised religious. 

and we don’t really see discussion of that in fandom; I’ve seen maybe three fics where it’s addressed that his family is religious, and even then it’s never in the context of Bitty himself. which I get; believe me, I do. but as a Religious Queer I find it kind of frustrating that the possibility of Bitty himself being religious is so dismissed. it certainly doesn’t have to be your own headcanon, but I would love to see more discussion of Religious Bitty. and you’d better believe I’m going to contribute to this a helluva lot but I would also love so much if this were to catch on.

give me Bitty who was raised Baptist but as an adult he’s been attending Presbyterian churches because of the wider stance on marriage equality within that denomination. 

give me Bitty who struggled to reconcile his orientation with his faith, as all queer people of faith do, ultimately concluding that if this was how God made him, then God couldn’t very well condemn him for it. give me Bitty who realizes that his sexuality is God-given and beautiful, and that it actually enriches his faith. 

give me Bitty who was traumatized by youth group experiences as he was just realizing that he’s gay. give me Bitty who stayed silent as his humanity, his status as an image bearer of God, was debated by his peers as if he were a theoretical concept. give me Bitty who sat out those debates, not contributing anything. or give me Bitty who fiercely argued in support of himself, frustrated that he couldn’t acknowledge himself as part of the group being discussed, only to give up when that became too hard and painful. 

give me Bitty ruthlessly separating out his sexuality and his faith, only to go to college and find that he didn’t have to do that. 

give me Bitty who goes to Samwell not expecting to find spiritual healing too, who breaks down crying the first time he goes to service at an affirming church. 

and Lord, give me Bitty who helps others with this, too. give me Bitty standing in the kitchen talking with Dex as he stumbles through coming out and admitting the struggles he has with his Catholicism, his fear that he has to choose one or the other. give me Bitty doing research into specifically Catholic theology so he can have a discussion with Dex in language specific to his denomination. give me Bitty helping Dex find a church in town. give me a friendship between Bitty and Dex where they alternate going to each other’s services, learning and gaining understanding about their different branches of Christianity. 

and give me Bitty who, as he heals, can’t bring himself to be angry with most of the people in his life whose homophobia hurt him. give me Bitty who acknowledges how harmful that was to him, but who understands that many of them were well-meaning and severely misguided. give me Bitty who prays that they’ll learn and grow, who truly believes that they can. and give me Bitty who is angry at the people he knows weren’t well-intentioned, who were just hateful and bigoted. give me Bitty who knows that his anger at the injustice he’s faced is no evil thing. give me Bitty who is angry, but doesn’t let it consume him. 

give me religious Bitty, and all the complex, messy, beautiful things that implies about his character. 

Kissing You

Originally posted by thedailyquibbler

Request:  Ok, I’m just putting this out there right now, you might wanna open ur ask box, just in case some people don’t feel comfortable w the messages,, but maybe a story where newt and the reader best friends and they’re like joking around and whatnot and it ensues in tickle fights and then kisses?? Sorry this was so long TYSM

Notes: I might post requests out of order a bit and I’m sorry about that but if I have inspiration to write a certain thing I will.

“Newt?” You asked.

“Yes? Do you need something?” Newt asked gently.

“No, I just wanted to know, wanna cuddle?” You asked shyly.

“Oh! Well if you want to, I don’t mind, maybe you don’t, maybe, that was a joke.” He rambled.

“No, I meant it! Come over here!” You called, reaching out to him. He reddened and let out a soft laugh which melted your heart.

“Okay. I’ll just join you right here, I’ll just prop you here, that okay?” He said as he laid you against his chest.

“It’s great.” You replied.

“Okay.” Newt said. You snuggled in to his chest and he got an idea. He subtly moved his fingers to your waist and pressed slightly and he knew you were quite ticklish and you sat up.

“You don’t know what you’ve started.” You said monotonously.

“You’re on.” He replied. You started a tickle fight and your hands started in fairly innocent places, but as you grew closer your hands slowly stopped moving. After a long time, of giggles and laughs, you were staring at each other in silence. You moved slightly closer to Newt as his face reddened considerably. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek. He looked down at it and put his hand on yours. He started to move his thumb softly over the back of your hand. You put your other hand is his and time stopped. He tugged on your hand slightly and you moved even closer, if that was even possible. You pressed your noses together and met his eyes with yours. He gave you look, questioning almost, if it was okay to kiss you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered.

“Positive?” He asked.

“I’m completely and utterly smitten.” You answered. He took that as a yes and placed his lips very gently, hardly even touching yours. You pushed back so that your lips were fully connected.

“I think I love you.” He whispered, pulling away.

“I think I love you too.” You replied, watching his face light up, like a Christmas tree. He pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

“I really like kissing you, I’d like to do it in public if that’s okay.” He said awkwardly.

“Please do.” You simply replied.

Ship war au!

IT IS DONNNNNNE! Hi everyone, Mr.E here with a new story. So in case you hadn’t heard, @moringmark came up with an awesome au and i highly recommend you go read his comics to find out. in general really go read his stuff.  In short Jackie and Marco’s child named Jam and Star and Marco’s child Elizabeth come back from two different futures to make sure they are born. Jarco and Starco child are at ends with each other. I wanted to write a story for this epic au and i also pitched some ideas to moringmark about oc love interests for the two because PEOPLE KEEP PAIRING THEM TOGETHER! I’m sorry bu they are half siblings. no, just no. in any case i tried my best to give them love interests to better suit everyones shipping needs. Elizabeth’s best friend from the future Dart who is a gentlemanly teen who believes in standing up for those who can’t and Jelly, a present day girl who is a little dazed but heavily into conspiracies. I’ll write more stories, throw more time travel goodness in there *coughnova* and all that jazz but for now it’s time to give the spot light to moringmark’s amazingly well crafted ocs. I hope you and everyone else enjoys them

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